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Out of the Closet
The monster came out of the closet, out of the dark and into the night. His shiny, white teeth were perfectly bared and his furry blue hide, groomed just right. They told him to barge out and hover. They told him to growl, mean and loud. To scare little children, his duty, to make his monster family proud. Instead he daintily tiptoed, and checked out the silky, pink dresses He primped in front of the mirror, and tidied up all of the messes. Gently, he filed and painted his claws and hummed Abba's "Dancing Queen". His family was shocked and surprised. What had became of their monster teen? So children, no need to worry and fret 'bout creatures all hairy and scary. The monster that comes out of the closet, indeed, could be your tooth fairy.
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